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I unbuckle his belt, undo the button, and slide the zipper of his jeans, before shoving them and the briefs down his legs. They pool on the floor around his feet. I lift my wool dress to reveal my state of undress.

He groans, leaning his forehead against mine. “Fuck me!”

“That’s the spirit,” I agree.

I trap his lower lip between my teeth, pulling, hard.

We hiss.

I grab the purple head of his cock, thumb the drops of pre-cum all over it. I rub his hard-on along my drenched folds. “I need you, Wes. Inside me. Now.”

His hands move to my ass, and he hoists me up as he spins us around. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my feet behind him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs as he slides the tip of his cock inside me and stops.

Impatient, I dig the heels on my knee-length boots into his firm butt, pulling him in. “More. I want all of you.”

He thrusts a couple of inches further. “Your body needs to adjust to mine.”

I cup his cheeks, gazing into his eyes the color of warm honey. “I get you’re concerned. You can be a very sweet, generous lover.” I claim his lips in a chaste kiss. Then, speak against his half-open mouth, “I miss your wild side.” I bite the corner of his lips as I impale myself in his shaft. “I need you to fuck me,” I groan. “Please. I’m not a porcelain doll.”

To his credit, Wes does as I ask. I grip his neck for balance as he pulls almost all the way out of me. Then, rams back in, slamming my back against the door.

“Yes! That’s it,” I moan as his thickness presses against all my sensitive spots.

That familiar tingle of pleasure awakens all my muscles as he thrusts a couple more times. Then, he freezes his cock deep inside me and drops his forehead to my shoulder.

When his tall, muscular frame shakes, I run my fingers through his hair, trying to make him look at me. He buries his face against my neck.

“Hey, love, talk to me,” I coax him.

Brimming with tears, his eyes meet mine. “You say you’re not fragile and I agree on a logical level.” He pauses and shakes his head. “But I’m sorry. I can’t help feeling I’m going to break you.”

“You’re not,” I assure him, even though his anguish does break my heart. I kiss his cheek. “I get where you’re coming from, though. And I really need you to finish it right now.”

He covers my lips, swirling his tongue around mine, until we come up for air. Stepping out of the clothes around his ankles, Wes carries me to the bed. I kneel on it and pull the dress over my head as he gets rid of the jacket I bought for him, and his blue shirt.

I flop on my back, bringing him with me, spreading my thighs so he can kneel between them. His hungry gaze travels from my face to my sex, scorching my skin. His shaft twitches with more evidence of his excitement gathering on its crown as he braces his hands on either side of my head. I embrace his waist again with my thighs.

“I want you so fucking much it hurts,” he grunts, sliding back inside me.

I can’t deny the love and desire in his eyes as we lock stares. Yet he resumes making love to me in lazy, long strokes of his erection in and out of my pussy. I arch my back off the mattress as the sensations grow stronger. I sway my hips in the same rhythm as his.

“Wes, I love you,” I gasp and moan, blood ringing in my ears as my sex vibrates.

When these orgasms wash over me, they don’t pull me under a convoluted current of pleasure like they do when he’s rougher. This time, I experience a series of releases that seem to expand and last forever. Instead of loud fireworks, exploding and vanishing, these orgasms feel like rolling thunders that go on long after lightening disappears. I’ll be feeling them hours after we’re finished.

Wes stiffens his back, grunting against my neck, “God! I love you.” A second later he unloads deep inside me, his seed fills me up, bringing new quivers of pleasure to me.

I strain my neck to kiss his heaving chest. He kisses my hair, slips out of me, and goes to the bathroom to pick a warm towel to clean us both.

After he drops the wet towel on a basket by the bed, we lie down face to face, stroking each other into slumber.

I wake up an hour later, drag my eyelids open, and find Wes staring at me. His index finger traces the contours of my nose, eye sockets, cheeks, and lips. I bite the tip of his finger, trapping it between my teeth and licking the salty taste of his skin. My heart thuds when he hisses, and his cock stirs against my belly.

He frowns, dips his head, and claims my lips in an intense kiss that tastes of desperation, mine and his. When we break it, I run my fingers through his hair, my heart breaking at the hesitation in his eyes.

“How did we get here?” I voice the doubt I see in his expression. The same that burns my soul.

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